look up

 over the papermill door
there was an odd shape
one who appears to be looking:
i wonder indeed what 
i seem to be 
to this one
who is hiding out
by a window which
from my angle is
mirroring the suppertime sky,
and its angle 
the darkening yard.


sometimes a friend says it just right
"i have always watched your deep imagination. 
the places where you have one foot in the nine to five world, 
the other foot in the sacred earth that nourishes you, 
brings ideas to light and offers you such peace"
i took these photos through my house
standing east, looking west
at sunset
my feet on the sacred earth